Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Second month and five days:

In the past two days, I tried some familiar anecdotes and folklore, and got unexpected surprises.

Maybe there are more connections between the earth and this other world than I thought. Maybe we can find a space-time tunnel or something?

What does a sudden war look like?

Is it a black gun pointing at you when you open the door? Or is it a bomb that makes a hole in a zebra crossing while waiting for a traffic light? When he was still Meng Bai, his impression of war was nothing more than these, plus the piercing sirens.

and the howls of the crowd, and these impressions all come from paper and screens. But as Thoth, as a Sequence 3 master of prophecy, the dream brought him the message of gunpowder smoke and blood before the war came.

Before he could identify the corpses lying in front of him, the filthy smell pierced the dream and came to reality.

"Enemy attack! Team Three——"

The voice of the conqueror spread to everyone's heart through the spiritual link. After being disturbed by some factors for a moment, it was reconnected. The young prophecy master followed the spiritual guidance and said, "Demigods and above in Dongying go to the south."

As soon as the last note fell, he emerged from the surface and looked at the conqueror and his men who were waiting in full formation.

Medici was a little surprised, "You are learning from Mole."

Thoth subconsciously raised his chest, raised his head and contracted his abdomen. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment and said quietly: "Actually, it's a rabbit."

This is a fairy tale magic "rabbit hole" based on the white rabbit wearing a vest in "Alice in Wonderland". Its function is to shorten the distance between two places and to a certain extent, it can replace the traveler's portal.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood, and the dark demons are coming like a tide.

"Forget it, whether it's a rabbit or a mole, the one that can bite the enemy to death later is the best animal."

When the conqueror's teasing fell, a flaming bow slowly opened from his hand, and the tip of the arrow pointed directly at a mountain-like figure among the gradually approaching demon community. In the hands of the hunters, incandescent spears and spears were condensed.

As the Li Xian arrow was thrown out, clusters of red flowers exploded in the filthy tide!

The final war has begun.

After the Creator took back the authority of the visionary and the uniqueness of the writer, and ascended to the position of omniscience and omnipotence, God also initially recovered in His body. In short, His state is not ideal, and He cannot descend stably into the real world. In

Under this situation, the Demon King began to unite with the remnants of non-human races such as dragons, demon wolves and aliens who had obvious resentment towards the Creator, and tried their best to shake the Creator's anchor.

To put it more bluntly, it is to launch a massacre of human beings.

Of course, there may be outsiders interfering with this.

Second month and twenty-two days:

We faced off against the legendary Demon King.

In the face of the Sequence 0 "Abyss", most of us should go crazy because of looking directly at mythical creatures, but fortunately, we can barely be regarded as a whole after this period of running-in. The Conqueror allows us to connect spiritually, from some kind of

To a certain extent, we can be the Medici, and the Medici can be us.

It was the most protracted war I have ever experienced - not to say how long it lasted, but to the end, I forgot about time. Corpses, corpses everywhere, more and more corpses, of the enemy and of comrades-in-arms,

The new suppresses the old, and the old slowly releases its extraordinary characteristics.

But I was not touched by this shocking scene. All I did was kill as many enemies as possible and reduce losses as much as possible.

No one noticed how the reed-like slender little astrologer was alone. Perhaps it was because he showed cowardice and fell out of the red formation of war? Perhaps it was because he was a beat too slow when throwing the magic scroll.

?Perhaps it was because a dirty word called "slow" froze his figure? Or was it because the evaporating poisonous smoke burned his eyes?

Perhaps the demons didn't even know what they had done. They pounced on him like hungry wolves seeing a lamb. The thick black liquid wrapped up his weak body with a filthy and sinister aura, while the surrounding comrades each

With no way to escape, the young man was destined to have nowhere to escape. The uncontrollable hunger prompted the demons to swarm forward, eager to cut open his pale skin, break his fragile neck, dig out the steaming internal organs and stuff them into their mouths -

—Even if it is very inappropriate to gorge on food on the battlefield.

A low laugh came out of the turbid liquid that was the embodiment of various desires and emotions. The bewitched premonition of danger finally made him call the police frantically, but it was too late. Spikes burst out from the young man's body, pricking all the demons who came close.

Wear a pair!

No, no! This is not a bug that will die if you pinch it! He is a mythical creature!

The demon let out a dying roar and couldn't figure out why he mistook a mythical creature for a petite human being.

In "Aesop's Fables", the wolf in sheep's clothing was hanged on a branch after being discovered by the shepherd. However, in the battlefield of another world, the ending of the story has been quietly subverted.

The "wolf in sheep's clothing" finally showed its fangs, and cracks opened on Thoth's body. The flesh and blood inside condensed to form black and white eyes. The demon's body hanging on the spikes gradually became withered.

The spikes that squeezed their vitality gradually became thicker, and finally formed bloody thorns. The thorns were wrapped in layers with him as the center, forming a scarlet pupa, which continued to expand and contract like a heart, as if a brand new life was conceived in it.

!

A slow chant came from the gap between the thorns, like a cry: "I dedicate my singing to you, my blood and life to you, can you give me a red rose?"

Medici and Fabuti, who were fighting, felt a deep and dangerous aura at the same time, and their movements were stagnant.

Friend or foe?

The chrysalis of thorns shrank into a human form at the end of their sight - it turned into a pair of magical armor composed of thorn branches, tightly attached to the young man's slender body, and blood-red roses competed to bloom on the thorns.

Released, the eyes at the stamen looked in all directions on behalf of his master. A long sword wrapped with flames emerged from the young man's hand. Thoth slashed back and split open a demon that was trying to sneak attack. The dark body was in the air.

Turned into charcoal in the flames, bid farewell to the world in mourning.

Wilde would not have thought that the satirical story of "The Nightingale and the Rose" would be reproduced in such an unrecognizable way on the battlefield. The nightingale used its life and lamentation to exchange for the red roses and opened its appetite unscrupulously, treating the blood and life of the enemy as roots and strips.

nourishment!